There could be potential. Or so I thought.
I met this guy at a concert with one of my closest friends acting like a kickass wingman. He was one row up and having a blast with a group of his guy friends. His one (married) friend joined our level and then proceeded to break down our relationship statuses. Then he points to his cute friend who is "really smart" and "southern". Alright, I'm listening now. I didn't get a chance to talk to the friend much mid-song, but the whole group went to a bar post-concert and I knew this was my shot. He laughed a lot throughout our conversation and kept telling me he thought I was funny (smart dude already). When the crowd was going its separate ways, his friend asked if he "got the digits". He didn't. I wasn't offended.
He leaves with his friends then runs back in to get my phone number. I insist that it's not necessary if he's not interested. I promise I won't be upset. He persists. I don't expect to hear from him.
But then I do. He texts me 2 days later (what's with this 2-day thing?) and asks to meet up for a drink sometime. This is all happening in between these other dates so I have to push it to the following week. Then I went on the Bradley date and wasn't jazzed about going back to these sub-par first dates. I cancelled.
I had a date free up the next day so I rescheduled for a same day date. Hey, the last one wasn't terrible.
We met at a local place with an outdoor patio and I knew instantly that this wasn't going to be a thing. I think he was wearing a t-shirt and he looked exhausted as soon as I saw him. Alright, I can get through this. Fortunately, the waiter and I already build up quite the rapport so I knew I could manage as long as my water glass was empty. Give it to this guy, he was very keen on asking me lots of questions about this, that, and whatever and I actually thought he wanted to know my responses. Unfortunately, I gave zero fucks and didn't care to ask about his family or his school or anything really. Maybe I was being lazy. I was tired of carrying dates! The waiter would come back and he and I would joke around and I was relieved to have a break from the exhausting date.
I should have recalled that my friend mentioned his "bowl haircut" when she saw a picture of him; I couldn't avert my eyes all the time. I kept wondering how long he'd been styling his hair that way. Was he an early Bieber fan? Does he use a lot of conditioner? Is it always so shiny?
Why do you keep looking at my hair? Ummm...I'm not. Quick, think of a topic change.
I pretended to be interested in those typical interview questions until the waiter came back. Saved by the bell. The date went on for what seemed like three hours (1.5 in actuality) and I would see his face glaze over in a completely dumb, half-open mouth sort of way. I asked if he was really tired from work to which he replied no. Buddy, I'm helping you out here.
The only chemistry had was between me and the waiter. The waiter did thank me for the great banter and said he had a great time waiting on us (me). I really carried the team today. At least someone enjoyed my company.
I left the date satisfied to have made a waiter friend and to have gotten this concert date out of the way. I didn't expect to hear from him again.
....2 days later...
He asks me out again.
I have to reply because it's basically in my polite dating guidelines so I respond, "had fun the other night but didn't feel that kind of chemistry. thanks for the follow-up!"
He replies, "appreciate the candor. Was a bit spent from work if u change your mind. Otherwise it was nice meeting you."
Oh, NOW you decide to use the work exhaustion excuse??? Also, you used "u" instead of "you". Is it really that much effort to type 2 more letters??
Not that it would have made much of a difference. I wasn't going to be convinced.
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